While Abi grew accustomed to the intrusion, I gently stroked her arse cheeks. Every so often my fingers would dance across her sex, accidentally catch...ng her swollen labia, eliciting fruity groans of approval.Numbers three and four were more challenging but with Amelia adding a little more lube to each bead, whilst I continued with clitoral massage, we finally pushed them home.Abi was, by that point, riding a euphoric mix of discomfort and pleasure, urging us on one moment, and squealing, “Oh. Don Johnson, as her current master, I have to ask if you would release Tur to me as wife.”“Where I come from we would call this a Damascene conversion my friend. I need to consult with Tara, yourself and Tur separately before I consent.” I wasn’t trying to live up to my name and be a real Don (‘here, kiss my ring, you may be required to do me a favour later’ I thought. I could feel some aliens laughing ‘not everything has to have a filmic reference Don’); it hardly seemed up to me to give or. Then they got onto the bed and began enjoying each other inearnest. It was a long and animated session, with Adele clearly eager toplease her Master. By the time they were done I knew I was defeated,with no way out of my new identity. My only consolation was that, undermy outre appearance, I was still a man, still could boast the definingcharacteristic of manhood. At least I had that to hang onto while they basked in the afterglow offantastic sex. Then they took turns giving me the rest of. " Sounds fair enough, Andrea."Andrea called me Wednesday morning and asked, "Ray, what's a good time to come over for lessons?" Oh, around ten will be fine." Should I bring anything?" A notebook and pen and are you going to want your glasses steamed up during the bike ride?" Oh, I forgot about the ride. Yes, I'll want to get my glasses all steamed up."I am actually happy. I clean up a bit and put up a fresh pot of coffee. There is a warmness about Andrea I really like. She is not worried about.